Mat was busy in the ship's armory. The weapons of the future were fascinating, he considered, hefting up an assault rifle. He would love to have one of these ships at Tarmon Gaidon, ten would be better, but he'd make due. It was a nice thought, but even without knowing much about the future, Mat knew that even with all his gold he wouldn't be able to afford this. Perhaps he could try to commandeer it for the Dragon Reborn? That would be technically true, but Shepard was a determined woman, she wouldn't surrender her command easily, Dragon Reborn or no. Now then, Mat thought, getting up, where did everyone else go off to?